I just saw the most beautiful rainbow outside! 

And all I could think of was you.

You’re my happiness. You’re my sunshine. You’ve been my hurricane of hope in a time that I didn’t think I could ever survive. 

I look at you and I’m just like, damn! That’s mine! And I’m so proud to have you!

I’ve been through an incredible amount of trying times in my life, and I remember pieces of growing up praying and KNOWING in my heart that things would get better. 

And years would come and years would go and I would still have this bubble of hope in my heart that things would turn out right. I didn’t know what “right” meant, but I knew I’d recognize it when I saw it.

I’ve come across so many people that are saddened by the amount of faith I have in people. I’ve always chosen to see the best in people. I’ve always chosen to give people a second chance like it was the first all over again. And I’d get hurt, just like anyone else, and I’d get right back up and try again.

Because my dad taught me to never give up; because a Torres doesn’t give up. But so many people left me with the impression that I should give up, that I couldn’t handle what was thrown at me. So many that they started to out-shadow the people who believed in me, until I met you. 

You were my ray of hope, when I started to slip and think that everyone else was right. You make me feel like I can accomplish ANYTHING. When I look at you, that bubble of hope in my heart explodes with confetti and daisies and cupcakes and sprinkles. And I know I’ve found it. I know I’ve found what I’ve been waiting for.

And one thing that’s been proven to me time and time again is that God’s timing is perfect. It may have taken like 18 years or something like that for the calm to my storm to arrive, but he had you in store for me the whole time. He was just preparing me for you. And I have faith in that.

So I promise to give you hope, when the world looks grey.

And I promise to hold your hand through all the crap that we know is headed towards us.

And I promise to face it head on standing right next to you.

I promise to fight with you until we resolve the issue instead of staying quiet.

I promise to support you in your passions, and your new interests and hobbies.

I promise to love you when you turn 45 and need to find yourself. 

I promise to pray for you.

And I promise to fight for you and your happiness when you can’t do it yourself. 

Through sickness and broken knees and filleted fingers and broken down cars and broken hearts; I’ll be right there with you.

I promise to take care of your heart, your mind, your body, and your spirit.

I promise to cuddle you until our last days, and serenade you on our road trips. 

I promise to dance with you and laugh at you when you ask me “What day is tomorrow?”

And I promise to make our home a home that puts your soul at ease when you walk in. 

I promise to give you 110% on days you can only give 90. 

And I can promise these things with ease because I know in my heart that God made you for me, and me for you. And I wouldn’t want to go through the curvy footpath on a barely beaten trail in the middle of the forest that is life, with ANYONE else but you.

You are the man I met in class.

You are the man who not only showed up early to a 7:00 am first date, but dressed up. 

You are my best friend.

You are my partner in life.

And as long as you promise to stay true to yourself, I can never look at you with anything but pure happiness in my heart. 

I love you. 

Thank you for asking me to marry you.

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Ashlyn Torres

Ashlyn Torres is a Senior at UNK and currently works as a barista for The Barista at the Holiday Inn and a layout designer for her school paper at UNK. She enjoys long walks on the beach and sunsets. With her family originally from Puerto Rico, she tries to incorporate her culture into all of her work, from recipes to writing - photography to designing. After college she would like to pursue a career in the coffee business as well as the ministry.

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